“It’s nice to have a little fire,” you heard as you stepped into the room, setting your bag down by the door. Your brows furrowed—what? Was Spencer Tracy…in your room? “It gets cold up there.”

You stepped further into the room—and saw what was presumably your roommate, standing with only a towel around his waist in front of the mirror. Your brows rose in surprise. “Captain Crosby?” you asked, cautiously.

“Oh my god!” he said, bolting to hide his body behind the dresser, face red.